Yeah? Well you're not gonna last too long out there with that glass shard sticking out of the side of your head. [Which is all of one parts mild scolding to two parts fairly genuine concern: even as she jerks away his brow creases in frustration, prompting him to lean in just a touch more with his fingertips angled strategically for the spot just beneath her temple.]

Two seconds and we'll be done. Cross my heart.